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Christmas Morning
So last Christmas was officially the last I will be able to satisfy my entire Christmas shopping list. I spent almost a whole month's salary on gifts for everyone. And I mean every one. At that time, yes I was going to school in Yellowknife, but I didn't have to pay for room and board, nor rent because I was living with family. This year, I'm going to have to focus on the littlest ones. Trenyce and Keely are the only ones that are getting a gift from me guaranteed. In order to keep my parents happy, you have to keep the kids happy. That's a fact. And I just love their little faces on Christmas morning. And especially hearing "THANK YOU SISTER!" And then you're all like "Holy shit can this be any more rewarding?" And your dad's all like "Nope."
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again. Wouldn't that be fun? If for one day, on December 25, of each year, we all woke up in the morning as children? After all the hectic decorating and cooking and buying presents, we were all able to wake up and feel the way we all felt as kids? To be too excited to sleep in, that we wake up at 6 am? To see that Santa really did eat the cookies and drink the milk? To run around the house, playing with brand new toys and laughing? Imagine all the elders, counting down the days until they could be young and play again. Imagine all the adults who are so stressed by the holidays that they forget to enjoy it, and worse, forget the meaning of Christmas. To spend an entire Christmas day as a kid..that would be something.
Yes! Once More I Go Into That Night . . .
time for my annual mangling of that Christmas classic :
'Twas The Night Before Christmas - 2009
'TWAS the night before Christmas
parked in ole Terre Haute,
in a snowstorm, in the sleet
deaming of being somewhere, with a drink, preferably a boat!
The rig was outfitted
with deocrations and lights
as I settled in for a long winter's nap
yeah sure, one of these nights!
It was deep in the a.m.
when from the noise I awoke
that darned old Santa ho-ho-ho-ing
I knew it was no joke.
See Santa does this
to me every year
uses me as slave labor
to help guide the reindeer!
I don't see the firetruck, BigB!
he said with a sneer
you told me I could ride and play with the siren
when I came by this year!
Sorry 'bout that
but not my fault you wannabe tick,
the Mack's in the shop
so no ride today for St. Nick.
Well it doesn't matter, he said,
with a glint in his eye
I see you have something even better
to light up the sky!
We all tease poor Rudolf
about that darn nose,
but look at your feet!
big pink shiny toes!
Laugh on fat man!
I replied pulling on my boot
let me take the reigns
while you pass out the loot.
So once more on Christmas eve
off we did fly
up and down thru the midwest
late for the sky.
He put it on 'auto'
and took hisself a good nap
while me and the reindeer
followed the map :
Keep to the blue routes
the good girls and boys
avoid the red ones
been naughty? no toys!
(except you Cindy!)
The wind was just frightful
and buffeted us around
I was just grateful
when we finally came down.
Wake up! Old man Kringle!
and I swatted him with the empty sack
time for you to head west
and for me to hit the rack.
Its been a tough year
with pains and with losses
with darn old politics
and untrustworthy bosses.
I appreciate the break
even if you drag me into the cold
piloting this sleigh of yours
never gets old!
So back into my truck
with its blinking Christmas lights
and I tooted to Santa as he shouted
"And to all a good night"!
Merry Christmas to all my friends and family
and a happy and joyful new year -
love from across the miles - b.
'Twas The Night Before Christmas - 2009
'TWAS the night before Christmas
parked in ole Terre Haute,
in a snowstorm, in the sleet
deaming of being somewhere, with a drink, preferably a boat!
The rig was outfitted
with deocrations and lights
as I settled in for a long winter's nap
yeah sure, one of these nights!
It was deep in the a.m.
when from the noise I awoke
that darned old Santa ho-ho-ho-ing
I knew it was no joke.
See Santa does this
to me every year
uses me as slave labor
to help guide the reindeer!
I don't see the firetruck, BigB!
he said with a sneer
you told me I could ride and play with the siren
when I came by this year!
Sorry 'bout that
but not my fault you wannabe tick,
the Mack's in the shop
so no ride today for St. Nick.
Well it doesn't matter, he said,
with a glint in his eye
I see you have something even better
to light up the sky!
We all tease poor Rudolf
about that darn nose,
but look at your feet!
big pink shiny toes!
Laugh on fat man!
I replied pulling on my boot
let me take the reigns
while you pass out the loot.
So once more on Christmas eve
off we did fly
up and down thru the midwest
late for the sky.
He put it on 'auto'
and took hisself a good nap
while me and the reindeer
followed the map :
Keep to the blue routes
the good girls and boys
avoid the red ones
been naughty? no toys!
(except you Cindy!)
The wind was just frightful
and buffeted us around
I was just grateful
when we finally came down.
Wake up! Old man Kringle!
and I swatted him with the empty sack
time for you to head west
and for me to hit the rack.
Its been a tough year
with pains and with losses
with darn old politics
and untrustworthy bosses.
I appreciate the break
even if you drag me into the cold
piloting this sleigh of yours
never gets old!
So back into my truck
with its blinking Christmas lights
and I tooted to Santa as he shouted
"And to all a good night"!
Merry Christmas to all my friends and family
and a happy and joyful new year -
love from across the miles - b.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
It is finally snowing. Most people find that annoying, I, strangely, am relieved. It was so uncharacteristically (whew, that's a long word!) warm during November that it didn't really feel like the holidays were approaching. Not that I am complaining, mind you. While I adore snow, I really dislike cold. I was grateful and delighted at the above average temps and wished they were still around (it is 17F right now); but at the same time, I missed snow.
Once it snows, the whole world is just a bit softer and prettier and fresh. The effect only lasts for a short time and it is the fleetingness of it that makes snow so beautiful. Plus, snow=Christmas in my mind. There's a reason why the song is called White Christmas.
So now, us Minnesotans finally have our snow (well it is currently snowing but accumulating at a rapid rate) and it truly feels like Christmas is on its way.
In light of that I shall finally get around to sharing a holiday story about my nephew. We unexpectedly got him on this past Saturday and decided to take him to Macy's to see the animated display. That is a holiday tradition of mine (I went twice last year) and I was so excited to take Simon for the first time. Unfortunately, Macy's brought back last year's same display. A Day in the Life of an Elf. Of all the ones I've seen, this was one of the least impressive, and it is incredibly disappointing that they are doing it again. The website claims it is "back by popular demand" but I think we all know the truth, it is actually back by "economic demand".
Regardless, Simon has never seen it and we couldn't wait to bring him. My mom and I took him down there and he was a bit nervous at the crowds. We waited in line for about 10 minutes and that was no problem, Simon is a great waiter. (waiter? *snicker*). Once we got in, he made Grandma carry him through the whole thing and he wouldn't let me take his picture. But he did borrow the camera to take a couple pictures.
I got a couple cute shots, even without his cooperation.
His eyes are closed, but it is still cute.
In this one, I love how he's intently looking at the things happening on the ceiling.
As we walked out I tried to get a shot of him and Grandma in front of the train, but I was dumb enough to point out the fact that there was a train.
It's still very cute though.
Next, because there was absolutely NO LINE whatsoever, we decided to take Simon to meet Santa. He has never met Santa before, his mom has never taken him. For some reason, he doesn't like Santa and doesn't even like to watch movies about Santa (though we watched Elf the night before to prepare for this and he LOVED Elf!). But we figured that this is his third Christmas and kids should meets Santa. In the above photo, you see that he's animated and happy, just moments before.
Introducing: The Amazing Barnacle Boy! It was astounding how quick he wrapped himself around Grandma and wouldn't let go. Never looked up, never peeked, and is actually wailing and crying into Grandma's jacket.
The Santa was awesome. He had a kind, gentle voice, and spoke soothingly to Simon, while the whole time trying to get his attention. He talked about toys and trains (once I prompted him) and kept jingling his bells on his costume to try and distract him. To no avail. The kid wouldn't stop crying and hiding and this is the best we got. Once we were out the door, the tears miraculously stopped and he went back to happy boy, once again.
Later that day, we had a conversation like this:
Me: Simon, who did you meet today?
Simon: silence
Me: Remember the guy in the red coat?
Simon: Santa Claus (he always says his full name, never just "Santa")
Me: That's right! Did Grandma go with you?
Simon: Yes
Me: Did you cry?
Simon: (smiling) Yes
Go figure.
I bought him a ridiculously overpriced ($4.58) sugar cookie as a treat because he was really good all day and we were WAY past naptime and he carried it around as Grandma did some shopping. We were waiting for her to pay and he kept staring at it:
When I asked him why, he said because it "looks good". Which is adorable, but I told him it probably also tastes good and had to talk him into trying it.
He took a teeny-weeny bite and then let me have a miniature nibble and that was it. No more bites. Didn't even eat the thing, just thought it was pretty and carried it around. Oh well, it made him happy and that was the point.
On the way back to the car there was a Christmas tree in a lobby of a building. Simon is fascinated by trees and would stare at them all day. Other stuff doesn't do it for him, but give the kid a decorated tree....
So we stopped to see the tree and I conned Simon into letting me take his picture. He got to play with the fake presents hiding below.
Isn't that cute? I know he isn't looking. I have a closeup of him looking at me, but then you can't see the whole tree. Which was huge, as you can see. So he's playing with the presents and I'm taking pictures and Grandma was supposed to be watching him, but....too late! He opened one of the presents! Yikes. So we grabbed him and stashed the open present behind the tree and we tore out of there.
When we got out of the elevator we made Simon put his jacket back on and after we did, he asked if he could carry Grandma's shopping bag. We let him and that's how I got this:
The bag is practically as big as he is and it was pretty heavy. He's actually mostly dragging it. And the second after I took that shot he looked back over his shoulder and said, "gosh, this bag is stuffed". I guess, when you're 2 1/2 that's code for heavy.
But at the end of the day, we all had a really good time and no one was traumatized. Except for maybe that poor Santa. It must be hard to be so feared.
....Soon the bells will start, and the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart!
Once it snows, the whole world is just a bit softer and prettier and fresh. The effect only lasts for a short time and it is the fleetingness of it that makes snow so beautiful. Plus, snow=Christmas in my mind. There's a reason why the song is called White Christmas.
So now, us Minnesotans finally have our snow (well it is currently snowing but accumulating at a rapid rate) and it truly feels like Christmas is on its way.
In light of that I shall finally get around to sharing a holiday story about my nephew. We unexpectedly got him on this past Saturday and decided to take him to Macy's to see the animated display. That is a holiday tradition of mine (I went twice last year) and I was so excited to take Simon for the first time. Unfortunately, Macy's brought back last year's same display. A Day in the Life of an Elf. Of all the ones I've seen, this was one of the least impressive, and it is incredibly disappointing that they are doing it again. The website claims it is "back by popular demand" but I think we all know the truth, it is actually back by "economic demand".
Regardless, Simon has never seen it and we couldn't wait to bring him. My mom and I took him down there and he was a bit nervous at the crowds. We waited in line for about 10 minutes and that was no problem, Simon is a great waiter. (waiter? *snicker*). Once we got in, he made Grandma carry him through the whole thing and he wouldn't let me take his picture. But he did borrow the camera to take a couple pictures.
I got a couple cute shots, even without his cooperation.
His eyes are closed, but it is still cute.
In this one, I love how he's intently looking at the things happening on the ceiling.
As we walked out I tried to get a shot of him and Grandma in front of the train, but I was dumb enough to point out the fact that there was a train.
It's still very cute though.
Next, because there was absolutely NO LINE whatsoever, we decided to take Simon to meet Santa. He has never met Santa before, his mom has never taken him. For some reason, he doesn't like Santa and doesn't even like to watch movies about Santa (though we watched Elf the night before to prepare for this and he LOVED Elf!). But we figured that this is his third Christmas and kids should meets Santa. In the above photo, you see that he's animated and happy, just moments before.
Introducing: The Amazing Barnacle Boy! It was astounding how quick he wrapped himself around Grandma and wouldn't let go. Never looked up, never peeked, and is actually wailing and crying into Grandma's jacket.
The Santa was awesome. He had a kind, gentle voice, and spoke soothingly to Simon, while the whole time trying to get his attention. He talked about toys and trains (once I prompted him) and kept jingling his bells on his costume to try and distract him. To no avail. The kid wouldn't stop crying and hiding and this is the best we got. Once we were out the door, the tears miraculously stopped and he went back to happy boy, once again.
Later that day, we had a conversation like this:
Me: Simon, who did you meet today?
Simon: silence
Me: Remember the guy in the red coat?
Simon: Santa Claus (he always says his full name, never just "Santa")
Me: That's right! Did Grandma go with you?
Simon: Yes
Me: Did you cry?
Simon: (smiling) Yes
Go figure.
I bought him a ridiculously overpriced ($4.58) sugar cookie as a treat because he was really good all day and we were WAY past naptime and he carried it around as Grandma did some shopping. We were waiting for her to pay and he kept staring at it:
When I asked him why, he said because it "looks good". Which is adorable, but I told him it probably also tastes good and had to talk him into trying it.
He took a teeny-weeny bite and then let me have a miniature nibble and that was it. No more bites. Didn't even eat the thing, just thought it was pretty and carried it around. Oh well, it made him happy and that was the point.
On the way back to the car there was a Christmas tree in a lobby of a building. Simon is fascinated by trees and would stare at them all day. Other stuff doesn't do it for him, but give the kid a decorated tree....
So we stopped to see the tree and I conned Simon into letting me take his picture. He got to play with the fake presents hiding below.
Isn't that cute? I know he isn't looking. I have a closeup of him looking at me, but then you can't see the whole tree. Which was huge, as you can see. So he's playing with the presents and I'm taking pictures and Grandma was supposed to be watching him, but....too late! He opened one of the presents! Yikes. So we grabbed him and stashed the open present behind the tree and we tore out of there.
When we got out of the elevator we made Simon put his jacket back on and after we did, he asked if he could carry Grandma's shopping bag. We let him and that's how I got this:
The bag is practically as big as he is and it was pretty heavy. He's actually mostly dragging it. And the second after I took that shot he looked back over his shoulder and said, "gosh, this bag is stuffed". I guess, when you're 2 1/2 that's code for heavy.
But at the end of the day, we all had a really good time and no one was traumatized. Except for maybe that poor Santa. It must be hard to be so feared.
....Soon the bells will start, and the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart!
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